Reason number one that I love Rose Bushes
I love rose bushes first of all because when I was a preteen the zoo we went to on mini vacations had a garden of rose bushes. They had all different kinds of rose bushes in that garden at the zoo. My favorite rose bushes were the white ones that looked like they had been dipped in paint or something pink or purple. I also loved the rose bushes that looked like they had veins in them.
Reason number two that I love Rose Bushes
I also love rose bushes because when I was in my early teens I lived in Portland, Oregon the “city of Rose Bushes” and we had a garden in our back yard with many different kinds of rose bushes. My favorite rose bushes when wee lived there were the ones that were such a dark color of red that they looked almost black. I also loved the pure white rose bushes we had. I would take bunches of roses from the rose bushes and mix them together in different color palettes and give the bouquets to my sisters and my mother. My favorite color combination was the roses from the white, pink, and yellow rose bushes.
Reason number three that I love Rose Bushes
Another reason I love rose bushes is because for ever different color and genus of rose bushes there is a different scent. (Something I learned in my preteen through early teen years.) My favorite rose bushes just by scent were the ones that did not smell too sweet. I especially liked the rose bushes that left you a little bit of a bitter after “taste” when you walked away from them, liked they wanted you to stay, and would torment you in order to make you.
The fourth reason that I love Rose Bushes
One of the foremost reasons I love rose bushes is their duplicity. Rose bushes draw you in with their sweet scent and soft looks. And then, when you try to touch said rose bushes you feel the pain, the cost of the beauty which you so long for. Rose bushes both reel you in and push you away simultaneously. A duplicity I understand well, although I am a reverse version of my favorite rose bushes duplicity. Opposite to what the rose bushes do I push you away with my looks when deep down, where you cant really see, I want you to come closer.
